Left Out Friend

21

The poor fox had no choice. He was being dragged with force, his wrist trapped in the iron grip of a wolf who showed no signs of relenting. Sunoo's cries echoed through the walls, his voice trembling as it reached the living room—pleading for help, for mercy, for someone, anyone, to listen. But the response was silence, aside from the occasional murmurs of the other members, casually engaged in their movie as if nothing was happening upstairs.

"H-hyung... Please— I don't wanna do this..." Sunoo's voice cracked, raw from desperation. His pointed nose was red, his delicate features twisted in distress. His once neatly styled hair was now a messy halo around his face, damp with sweat.

Jake's laughter rang out, a cruel contrast to the younger’s despair. "What do you mean? We’re just going to have fun," he said, a smirk curving his lips as he continued to pull Sunoo along like a lifeless doll.

Sunoo struggled, twisting his body, pushing against Jake’s arm—anything to break free. But it was futile. No matter how much he resisted, no matter how much effort he put into his escape, Jake was stronger. Overpowering. The sheer difference in strength made Sunoo's actions seem almost laughable, as if he were a child throwing a tantrum.

"Please... Hyung..."

But begging wouldn’t save him.
Crying wouldn’t save him.
Screaming wouldn’t save him.

So why did he keep trying?

It was useless. Heeseung had reminded him of that just minutes ago—slamming the cold truth into him like a slap to the face. Sunoo had said it himself, hadn't he? He had admitted that there was no escaping them. No matter how hard he fought, no matter how much he resisted, they would always drag him back. So why did he still cling to the illusion of freedom?

"Baby, I told you not to call me hyung," Jake murmured, his tone dark, tinged with something unspoken.

Without warning, Sunoo was hoisted up, his body lifted effortlessly over Jake's shoulder. His breath hitched, eyes widening in panic as he thrashed, but it only made Jake tighten his hold. Step by step, they ascended the stairs. Sunoo knew exactly where they were going. His bedroom. His supposed safe space. But it had never been safe, had it? Not when they were always watching.

The door creaked open. Then—

A rough thud.

Jake threw him onto the mattress like he was nothing more than an object.

"P-please... Don't!" Sunoo sobbed, trying to push himself up, but Jake was faster. In an instant, he was on top of him, pinning his wrists to the bed. Sunoo’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing erratic, tears slipping down his temples.

Jake pressed his lips against Sunoo’s—no, not kissed. There was nothing gentle about it. He was devouring him, teeth clashing, lips crushing against lips in a merciless claim. Sunoo whimpered against the assault, feeling the sharp sting as Jake bit into his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood.

It was suffocating.

Jake didn’t even give him a second to breathe, to escape, to think. Sunoo's head spun, his senses overwhelmed by the rough lips trailing down to his jaw, sucking, marking, bruising. Each touch burned, staining his milky skin with dark purples, a cruel contrast to his usual soft glow.

"Jake... Stop it..." His voice was a whisper, fragile, barely audible.

Jake didn’t stop. He didn't even hesitate.

He continued lower, mapping Sunoo’s body with his mouth, his hands finding their way to his waist, gripping with possessive force.

"S-stop it, plea—" Sunoo’s breath hitched when Jake suddenly yanked his jaw, forcing him to look straight into those darkened eyes.

"I'm running out of patience," Jake growled, voice laced with warning. His grip tightened, thumb pressing against Sunoo's cheek. "Shut up, unless you want to die."

The words sent a violent shiver down Sunoo's spine. His lips quivered, his throat clogged with sobs he no longer dared to voice.

Jake finally pulled away. For a fleeting second, relief washed over Sunoo—until he felt his wrist being grabbed again, yanking him upright. His legs were weak, trembling under him, but Jake didn't care.

The sharp jingle of a belt buckle being undone echoed in the room.

Sunoo’s breath caught in his throat.

He didn't dare look up. His fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeves, his vision blurred by tears as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Come on, baby." Jake’s voice was deceptively soft, low with amusement. "Kneel down."

Sunoo let out a choked sob. His shoulders shook, his chest heaved, his lips trembled as he whispered something—something Jake couldn't hear. Not that it mattered.

Jake tilted his head, smirking. "Do you want me to force you?"

Sunoo stilled.

His body moved on its own. His knees wobbled as they hit the floor, his hands clenching into fists.

He had lost. Again.

Because no matter what he did—
No matter how much he begged, cried, or screamed—
They were never going to let him go.
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Jake collapsed against Sunoo, his weight pressing down on the smaller boy, forcing him deeper into the mattress. His breath was uneven, ragged, ghosting over Sunoo's damp skin. Yet he didn't move. Didn't pull away. He stayed there, arms wrapped tightly around the trembling fox beneath him.

Sunoo was shaking-whether from exhaustion, fear, or the lingering echoes of his silent sobs, Jake didn't know. He didn't care. His grip tightened, fingers splaying possessively over Sunoo's waist, feeling the way his body tensed under his touch. The way his shallow breaths hitched with every movement.

It was intoxicating.

A low chuckle left Jake's lips as he buried his face into Sunoo's neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and something faintly sweet beneath it. The warmth, the way Sunoo's body curled inward as if trying to disappear-it only made Jake hold on tighter.

"Sunoo.." His voice was low, lazy, thick with something unreadable. He nuzzled against the curve of Sunoo's jaw, his lips brushing over damp skin. "My fox.. my beautiful, fragile little fox."

Sunoo shuddered, a whimper slipping past his lips. His fingers twitched against the sheets, curling into the fabric as if grounding himself grasping for something, anything, to hold onto. Jake smirked against his skin.

"I fucking love you."

Sunoo could only cry in silence, his body trembling as he curled into himself. His tears slid down his cheeks, warm against his cold, clammy skin, but he didn’t dare make a sound. He felt filthy—tainted in a way that no amount of scrubbing could ever cleanse. His chest ached with the weight of shame, disgust coiling in his stomach like a sickness he couldn’t purge.

Why did it have to be him? Why was he the one they chose to break, to mold into something beneath them—something less than human? He was nothing more than a caged animal in their eyes, his suffering a mere price to pay for the rare moments of kindness they tossed his way like scraps.

He had begged, hadn’t he? Pleaded for even the smallest mercy, for the love he once thought they held for him. But the more he reached, the more they stripped him down, reducing him to nothing before they decided he was worthy of their favor.

And he hated himself for still wanting it.

To be continued...